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I look like the Taino.Who, although I’ve never met,I like to think I do.With dark brown hairthat has bad the sun’s fingersbrush it as though,it were my lover.My skin istoo naturally sweetfor many of these other islanders,thus creatingthat whispered name, “Mud”.Such a contradiction to the name, “Violet”.Though maybe it’s not.Still I look like the Taino.Maybe though, if I looked like Sappho,I’d be more beautiful.But I’m part Atabey, part Prithvi.Beautiful fragrances mixing with my texture so earthly.Yet I don’t look like Sapphoso I’m not beautiful.But you never knowwith an oddity like me.Their idea of beautyis not for what I’m aspiring.So despite my “name”,I have no shame,because I look like the Taino.

I believe in a heavenexisting between clear thighsor in golden brown eyesdisguised as worldly thingsto be despised when they are the desires some will expire to possess.Am I wrong? Others know a hellwhile hiding in silencemade from darkness and emptinessafter a crispnessthat that experience each morning since…Doing ‘this’ for reasonsthat others won’t allow to be presentdue to their virtuous ignorance.Are they wrong? There is no sanctum. No righteousnessbut the onewe created after being magnetsfor millions of atomsto collide in a waythat we pretend makes sense.We balance on delicate stringknowing anythingcould break them.We are going to the heaven and hellwe were sentenced to.There is chance for innocence. Not when secular ‘gods’ rule

Watching my wrists hold an abyssas I dress in darknesswith atoms rearranged from our chemistryto become a new me.Thoughts from drinking.Yet I make do.The one thingalways dancing in my cerebellum…is you. So…I’m not too overcomeby rum to remember good timesand then some…Tie tied tight, embracing the nightlike I mightdo something rightif no one’s watching. Dressed to compress my insides,like a shadow I’m close. Like a shadowwith enough light,I’m more of a boast. I only exist with others.And we’ve been dreaming awake. Paralyzed,cause my eyes have seenwhat we could meanin refusing to be roused.Though in the back drop of us dreamingI fell asleep again.I want to believe that somehow we can be.I grab my suitto dress for the judging societyin which we’re living.Then I goto live impossible dreams.

I enter his roomAbruptly beginning,“I thought about love and dreams, everything in between,And if you had been with me,You would know what I mean.When I left hereI kept noticinghow pavement and rubberis so deafening.Roaring in my earwhispering thing I refused to hear.Everything won’t be okayif we keep holding on.Only if we move alongWe’re sure things are fine.That’s our minds’ eternal sunshineignoring the dark night,the shadows slinking.I’ve been running so muchmy dreams couldn’t find me.I’m losing controlmy soul is onlylove, drugs, and monotony. I don’t know who I ambut I never thoughtthis would be me. I don’t knowwhere I am nowbut I refuse to continueto be held down.”I endedwaiting for what he’d say.Nothing.Then,“Okay.”

Dare all out there. For the rest of the year I will not be putting out any poems or raps. I’m currently working on a short story that will be compiled from poems on here and other ones I have written.

I am also in the process of trying to get publish. WISH ME LUCK!!!!

I’ll be posing entirely regularly every week beginning January 7th, 2014. I am truly sorry for not being so regular as I want to. But I am very happy for the support that has been given up until now. So thank you to everyone that reads my work. I hope to have great work soon.

The problem with drivingwas surviving the returnwhile in a daze,constantly amazed at life,even thoughyou’re walking a tight ropemillions of miles from Earth.But we weren’t closeand I found walking difficult. Planning while soberto not get pulled overliving in the momentexisting in laughter at jokesand sleeping in green pasturesthat were all all in your head.That’s how these nights tend to goMy friends are welcoming enoughin thatthey don’t mind my guestthough half the timewith her hiding behind meI wonder if they know she exists.I coast from person to personconversing with the few people thereand yeah…I would like to skipto the fun partbut I can’t seem desperate.She driftsa leash keeping her.As they are startingher and I sit in a circle.My friend passes a cigarette.I take a dragwhile she quickly passes.The can of sodathat she nervously holdmay do the job though.Her eyes open to showpupils dilatedand my friends know,as one laughs,and she falls on her backas though pushed.i glance at herwith a grinthen place the tab on my tongue.